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Brownlow shaking hands with a youth whom Jock upheld as a genius, but who laboured under the double misfortune of always coming too soon, and never knowing what to do with his arms and legs. "She is gone to see whether Lina is asleep, and will be too shy to come down again if I don't drag her."
He had succeeded in gaining a scholarship at the Medical School of his father's former hospital, and this, with the remains of the price of his commission, still made him the rich man of the family. John was of course going home, and Mrs. Brownlow and the two younger ones had a warm invitation from their friends at Fordham.
Remaining at this camp until Sunday, March 16th, we moved our quarters two miles south of the city, on the Franklin Pike, and near the Tennessee and Alabama Railroad. We here pitched our tents, on a high ridge between the railroad and turnpike. Colonel Barnett named it Camp Brownlow, in honor of that sterling old patriot, Parson Brownlow.
'It will be dark by that time. 'Oh! you really expect him to come back, do you? inquired Mr. Grimwig. 'Don't you? asked Mr. Brownlow, smiling. The spirit of contradiction was strong in Mr. Grimwig's breast, at the moment; and it was rendered stronger by his friend's confident smile. 'No, he said, smiting the table with his fist, 'I do not.
Mr. Graham went up to encourage Mrs. Brownlow. She clasped her hands together with joy and gratitude. "That dear, dear boy," she said, "I shall owe him everything." Jock had wakened rational, though only to be conscious of severe suffering. He would hardly believe that Armine was really alive till Mr.
"I have not the slightest intention of noticing it," said the Marquis, haughtily. "My dear, sit down; I want to speak to you. Do you know I should like to see you married." This speech was made at Dunripple to Edith Brownlow by her uncle, Sir Gregory, one morning in July, as she was attending him with his breakfast.
Two letters she received from her aunt at Loring within an interval of three days, and these letters were both filled with details as to the illness of Sir Gregory and his son, at Dunripple. Walter Marrable sent accounts to his uncle, the parson, and Mrs. Brownlow sent accounts to Miss Marrable herself.
You'll not let him do it again?" "Let me go, my child. I must speak to him and find out what it all means." Within the library she was met by Fordham. "Have I done very wrong, Mrs. Brownlow? I could not help it." "I wish you had not." "I always meant to wait till she was older, and I grew stronger, but when all this came, I thought if we all belonged to one another it might be a help- "
Brownlow, however, knew of a good man-servant just set at liberty by the death of an invalid master, and promised to send him on trial. It was a day of agitations and disappointments, a sample of many that were to follow. There was not a sound of a bell that did not make anxious hearts throb.
Brownlow resided, they were enabled to drive straight thither. When the coach turned into it, his heart beat so violently, that he could scarcely draw his breath. 'Now, my boy, which house is it? inquired Mr. Losberne. 'That! That! replied Oliver, pointing eagerly out of the window. 'The white house. Oh! make haste! Pray make haste! I feel as if I should die: it makes me tremble so.
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